Lorcan Keating:
I come from a long line of bullies, thought Bessy proudly. And all my young un's are bullies too.
Lorcan Keating:
Bessy knew she was a bully. She liked it.
Lorcan Keating:
Bessy looked again at the camera lens, thinking strangely upon her earlier bruising encounter. That squirrel sure has a hard head, she thought as her nose tingled.